There is nothing as a bed high off the floor
With headboard mirrored to reflect light
To sleep in it's queen-sized comfort more
Than most all of the night's delights

For when the one you love is far away
You do your best
To send your love to his day
And get your rest

You sleep alone without the man
There is this phone here in your hand
You go to black your mind shuts down
Until again the sun comes 'round

The bed, the phone
His day, your night
With kisses sent to him at lunch
It's all alright.

3/25/2009 2347 cj

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